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Wang Cunzun stood frozen in place.

His eyes, hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses, widened in disbelief.

As the head of the Department of Ancient Architecture at Tsinghua University, I am treated with utmost respect wherever I go.

Today, I made an exception and gave some pointers to an unorthodox construction worker, but the other party actually complained that I was in their way.

"you……"

Wang Cuncun was so angry that his chest heaved, and he almost fainted.

He didn't care about maintaining the dignity of a veteran expert anymore; he took three steps at a time and stepped directly over the broken bricks and scraps scattered on the ground.

It rushed towards Lin Mo and the thick load-bearing pillar like a gust of wind.

I was walking too fast and even stumbled a little.

I almost tripped over a piece of wood lying horizontally and fell face-first into the mud.

But Lin Mo didn't even glance at him.

Without pausing, he held a piece of coarse sandpaper and slowly polished the complex tenon that he had just shaved.

The sandpaper rubbed against the hard old red pine heartwood, making a "shh" sound.

The rhythm was so steady it was like a lullaby.

But to Wang Cunzhen's ears, the sound was like a death knell.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

While stamping his feet in anguish, Wang Cunzhen frantically rummaged through his cloth bag. He was a rigorous academic with a strong emphasis on data and sound reasoning.

Soon, he pulled out a steel tape measure with a metallic sheen and a hardcover notebook.

"Sizzle—"

The metal strip of the measuring tape was suddenly ripped open, making a sharp, piercing sound in the autumn wind.

Wang Cuncun was pressed firmly against the edge of the load-bearing column at one end, while the other end stretched out and pulled directly onto the low wall of the ruins where the other end of the support was to be built.

"Look closely! A terrifying span of a full six meters and eight fen!"

Wang Cunzhu suddenly turned around, the measuring tape in his hand jingling in mid-air.

He opened the notebook filled with dense data again, pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket, and didn't even have time to put the cap back on.

The pen tip moved swiftly across the paper, making a rustling sound.

"Do you even know what structural mechanics is? Do you even know what load-bearing cross-section analysis is?"

As he wrote out complex force formulas, he tapped the paper hard with the tip of his pen.

The force was so great that it even punctured the fragile white paper.

"Young man, look carefully!"

Wang Cunzhu shoved his notebook, filled with formulas, right in front of Lin Mo, almost touching his nose.

"Based on the *Yingzao Fashi* compiled by Li Jie of the Northern Song Dynasty!"

"For such a large-span main building load-bearing beam, auxiliary support points must be installed at the one-third mark!"

He pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, his eyes filled with heartache, as if what he was looking at was not a piece of wood, but a human tragedy about to unfold.

"Alternatively, using auxiliary columns and replacement timbers to distribute stress is an ironclad rule!"

"You're just going to use a few wooden tenons to fit together out of thin air?"

"There are no diagonal supports, and no metal expansion bolts for reinforcement!"

"The stress is all concentrated on that tiny, fragile section of the wood!"

"Once this main beam is erected, its own weight plus the weight of the future roof will be sufficient."

"It will definitely break! This is playing with people's lives!"

The old men in the alley who were watching outside the gate were just there for fun, but now they heard this middle-aged man with glasses shouting something about "construction methods".

There was also a long string of technical formulas that I couldn't understand but seemed very impressive.

I immediately realized that things were serious.

"Oh my, that gentleman with glasses, could he be an old professor from some university?"

"Judging from the way he uses those words, he's definitely a very cultured person."

"This young man is really messing around; he's going to kill someone!"

The crowd began to stir, and the buzzing of whispers grew louder and louder. A kind-hearted old man named Zhao, carrying a purple clay teapot, shouted into the courtyard.

"Young man! Take this old man's advice! Don't do anything reckless!"

"A collapsed building is a small matter, but if someone gets crushed, you'll be stuck inside operating a sewing machine!"

The autumn wind carried the old men's voices of dissuasion into the dilapidated courtyard.

Lin Mo finally stopped using the sandpaper in his hand.

He slowly straightened up.

His bare upper body was slightly glistening with a fine layer of sweat; his muscles were not bulging, but they exuded a continuous, restrained power.

He casually tossed the sandpaper onto the broken wooden board next to him.

He casually patted the wood chips and powder that had settled on his palm.

Then, he turned his head and calmly looked at Wang Cuncun's face, which was flushed red with excitement.

There was no anger at being publicly criticized.

There was no panic after being exposed as "unprofessional".

His gaze was as indifferent as if he were watching a wisp of autumn wind slip through his fingertips.

He didn't even glance down at the notebook that was practically shoved in his face.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Wang Cunzhen, holding the notebook, felt a chill run down his spine under this silent, indifferent gaze.

He swallowed hard, preparing to continue using theory to subdue this arrogant young man.

Lin Mo spoke first.

"Old sir."

His voice was soft, relaxed, and steady, carrying an innate calmness, yet possessing an undeniable confidence.

She glanced at him indifferently.

"You're using the methods from the Song Dynasty."

This simple sentence stunned Wang Cuncun.

What is the method of the Song Dynasty?

The Yingzao Fashi (Building Standards) is the highest academic classic of ancient Chinese architecture, a set of rules left by our ancestors.

If we don't use this method, what other method can we use? Are we going to use alien methods?

Before his brain, filled with academic formulas, could even process it...

Lin Mo turned his head slightly and glanced at the huge old red pine beam on the ground.

"This beam is mine."

He paused, his tone revealing an innate arrogance.

"No support is needed."

As soon as the words fell, the entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence. Even the old men who had been peeking out from outside the door all shut their mouths.

The only sound in the air was the faint bubbling of raw lacquer being boiled in a pot in the distance.

mad!

That's absolutely insane!

This is a blatant provocation against modern architecture and the common sense of ancient buildings!

After a brief period of silence, an even more violent eruption followed.

Wang Cuncun was so angry at this outrageously arrogant statement that he trembled all over. In his entire life, he had been a university lecturer and a national-level ancient building restoration seminarist.

I have never seen such an arrogant layman who disregards scientific principles so much!

"absurd!"

The old expert gathered his strength and unleashed a deafening roar.

He slammed the notebook shut with a loud "snap".

"They're utterly ignorant and arrogant!"

He extended his index finger and pointed it at Lin Mo's nose.

His fingers trembled violently with extreme anger, and his glasses nearly flew off.

"Who do you think you are? A reincarnation of Lu Ban?"

"No support? Even if you use reinforced concrete, you still have to consider stress and deformation for such a long span!"

Do you even know the maximum shear strength of wood?

"Don't you even understand the most basic laws of physics?!"

Wang Cun's chest heaved violently, and his eyes were bloodshot with anger behind his glasses. He was truly desperate, as his bottom line as a guardian of ancient buildings was being brutally trampled upon.

"Let me tell you, young man!"

Wang Cunzun took a deep breath, his tone becoming extremely stern, with a hint of determination.

"If you dare to force this main beam onto the structure today!"

He pulled a black smartphone from the pocket of his shampoo-white jacket; the screen was slightly reflective in the cold morning light.

"I'll call the Cultural Relics Bureau and the Urban Construction Bureau right away!"

"I am filing a formal complaint against you for illegal construction! I am accusing you of damaging the historical and cultural heritage of Beijing!"

"I'll have them put up a seal and send you to jail to sober up!"

These words resonated deeply.

They carried the absolute authority of academic giants and their bottom line that could not be challenged.

The neighbors outside gasped in unison; this was going to be a huge fuss.

If the Urban Construction Bureau and the Cultural Relics Bureau were to be dispatched together, this young man would likely be taken away for questioning.

Grandpa Zhao was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh and sighing repeatedly.

"Sigh, why is this young man so stubborn? Wouldn't it be enough to just admit his mistake and apologize?"

The wind in the alley seemed colder, swirling up a carpet of withered yellow leaves.

The atmosphere in the courtyard instantly became extremely tense.

Wang Cunzun gripped his phone tightly, his thumb hovering over the dial pad.

He stared intently at Lin Mo, trying to see a trace of fear or hesitation on the young man's face.

However, he was destined to be disappointed; Lin Mo's expression remained completely unchanged.

It was as if the person being threatened with being taken to jail wasn't him at all.

He even let out a soft sigh, a sigh that carried seven parts helplessness and three parts obvious disdain.

Yes, it's disdain.

It's like a lion preparing to hunt being disturbed by a buzzing of flies in its ear.

He thought this person was too noisy.

It interrupted his immersion in his woodworking skills.

Lin Mo did not refute his long string of profound physics formulas, nor did he explain what lost technique he had used.

One cannot discuss ice with summer insects.

Instead of wasting time explaining those unique skills that only exist in ancient books and rare editions.

It's better to just show him the facts.

Lin Mo turned around and strode over to the thick beam that weighed over a hundred pounds.

This is an old piece of material with extremely high density, as heavy as iron, filled with the sediment of time.

Even if two strong men lift it together, ordinary people will be panting and their faces will be red from exhaustion.

Lin Mo didn't ask anyone for help, or even use any crowbars.

He bent slightly at the waist, his feet one in front of the other, taking a step as steady as a rock.

His broad back tensed instantly at that moment.

The spine is like a fully drawn bow, brimming with explosive and astonishing power.

He stretched out his hands and positioned them at the two ends of the crossbeam, his long, strong fingers gripping the rough wood grain tightly.

"rise."

Lin Mo let out a low groan.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling, oppressive quality.

He suddenly exerted force with both arms.

The muscle lines on the upper and lower arms suddenly bulged, resembling twisted dragons.

The veins stood out against his tanned skin, exuding a wild, untamed energy.

"Crunch—"

The heavy wood scraped against the broken bricks on the ground, making a teeth-grinding sound.

Followed by.

That main crossbeam, which weighed at least a hundred pounds, was actually lifted by him all by himself.

They forcibly put it on hold!

It was as stable as Mount Tai, without the slightest sway.

This scene left Wang Cuncun and the old men outside completely dumbfounded.

Is this still human power?

This young man looks tall and slender, how can he have such terrifying explosive power hidden in his body?

Lin Mo supported the massive crossbeam, his body still standing perfectly straight, his breathing rhythm remaining perfectly steady.

He turned his head, his deep gaze piercing through the gaps in the wooden beams and landing on Wang Cunzhen's face.

His tone was cold, carrying an air of domineering authority.

"Then you'd better open your eyes and watch carefully."

"How did it kill it?"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Mo's eyes instantly became incredibly sharp, like a blade drawn from its sheath.

He thrust his arms upwards with a sudden movement.

The heavy beams drew a black arc in mid-air, bringing with them a gust of wind.

This insane act, which completely defied the common sense of mechanics, utterly broke through Wang Cuncun's psychological defenses.

"They've gone mad! They've gone mad!"

The old expert was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, stepping into a clump of weeds and nearly falling to the ground.

He closed his eyes in despair and let out a terrified scream.

"It's definitely going to collapse! It's definitely going to break!"

Amid Wang Cun's terrified screams of "It's crazy! It's going to collapse!", Lin Mo's arm muscles bulged as he forcefully aimed the complex tenon at the groove at the top of the pillar!